I mourn myself before my father’s grave. My tongue, my blood, this air will tell my tale, The proof of which is buried now beneath Those desert sands, beside that river’s shore.
Tag: literature
apocalypse Easter Someday
My Countrymen, perhaps disaster is our only hope.
apocalypse “its fine its fine”
its fine its fine its going to be fine
apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
You know, you hear this all the time in schools and with parents and teachers, and on the media, and all over the place about this problem that kids can’t read.
apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick”
At least it's not your dick.
apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”
Stay Home, but how, when Home is work and school?
apocalypse “Something there is that doesn’t love a box”
Something there is that doesn’t love a box.
apocalypse OPENING and ALLAH
Whichever way you turn your heads, there you’ll find Allah.
apocalypse Marchness
Kings Canyon National Park. 8:55 AM. NOTHING can go wrong!
apocalypse March 27, 2020
I don’t see how anyone could accurately express the condition of our time in rational terms.
